Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Broken Bones

With broken bones
I stand
Limp, ragged
Coursing with pain

Needles and pins
Knives and swords
From the cracked shell
Of my form

I stagger
Crooked steps
One more painful
Than the other

Where do I go?
To hide and mend
To crawl and cower
To cry and lament
To heal and recover?

I stand
I stagger
Towards the setting sun
Limp and ragged
Taking crooked
And broken steps
One more painful
Than the other.

*Allene Angelica*